Beyond Old

Ancient She stands

Proudly she looks

over the land.

Her Children died

or Moved on, 

But Listen quietly

She will still sing you a song

Her heart still open

She holds out her hands

and takes in those 

That others have banned.

She was here before my Mother was born

She will stay when I die

and when My great grandchildren play

She Just might then

Say Goodbye.

She Stands.

* Sorry its been so long. Much love to all.